Middle School Youth Group
Sex Ed

You’ve heard the tired tale before: a girl is a rose,

best untouched, on display, and then dead.

But get a load of this one: girl is also cherries,

consumed and spat out like the crown tart she is

because she let untitled seated nude male

eat all around the cake like a cut melon

for lunch. Girl is both watermelon slice and knife,

six candied apples, six desserts in one, six Italian desserts.

Girl is Satan’s snack bar,

soul rattling around a dark gumball machine.

Satan goes munch munch on girl’s malleable soul

and her two jolly cones, too.

 

Lest we forget the thrust of it: girl is caged

pie, untitled pie slice,

white and muted and divided

and with intact cherry for show.

Caged pie girl in striped blouse

is student, would never open her fish window

for man sitting, man reading, man

in orange shirt, like other girls,

two kneeling figures, little suckers,

yes like that, like little red suckers,

seven suckers, big suckers,

candy sticks in a pan.

Satan’s girls were not born of man

but erupted from a suckers tree.

The Lord does not know these girls,

untitled cows, dancing

clowns with clown memories,

bumping clowns,

clown and beast and

clown with playmate.

Not like you, girl with pink hat,

you, clown and puppy,

clown angel and dog,

you at this untitled intersection,

still

starving

portrait of a woman.